War, for any cause, is inexcusable. There is nothing which excuses us for the beastly ingenuity of our wars. Only fools, only the diseased, think that we are served by killing the strong young men with machines.
No one asks public men to be strictly moral, but they must seem to be well-behaved.
Language is memory and metaphor.
Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.
Failures to love are irremediable and irredeemable.
Any marriage worth the name is no better than a series of beginnings - many of them abortive.